[3x]
What up! Hey shawty what it is?
[Chorus] 2x
Lil Buddy whatcha want, Some violent shit,
2 steppin, Laid back, Still whilin shit,
What up! Hey baby I got the potion,
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion,
[Verse 1]
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack, so face that,
Goin back to the drawing board connect dots,
But can't trace that,
Matta fact erase that,
Cause on this late track,
Getcha face slapped and I'm straight so don't taste that,
Try somthin different and shit, So listen and shit,
Speakin about what hip-hop missin and shit,
I'm bout to feel aboard,
Ludacris born in illinois,
Raised in Atlanta taught hamma since I was a little boy,
Ain't nobody like me,
So they wanna fight me, fight me,
Step to me now but it ain't likely,
People swear they sike me,
Just cause he's light-skinded with braids in his hair don't mean that nigga look like me,
Trick getcha mind right,
Livin in a limelight,
So picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a kondike,
Bar, Bar, hardy har,
Tell yo mama imma ghet-to Superstar,
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Only 75 I make but still a bigshot,
Plus i gotta big cock,
Clean everyday stay fresher than whats in a ziploc,
Tell yo man to kick rocks,
When I make my pit stops,
I'm in, Then its hard to get me out like imma slip knot,
Born to be a leader and not, No not a follower,
Only hang wit chicks that got mo...twist than Oliver,
And imma tell my hollower,
But i'd like to borrow her lips,
Bringing out the best in me, especially if she's a swallower, Freaky-deaky yellow man,
And I'm sayin hello man,
To all the lovely ladys that like to jiggle like jello man,
Bigger booty, Small Waist,
Put 'em in a small place,
And if there ain't no ass where im at,
Then I'm in the wrong place,
Bail like a bondsman, But keep'em dancin,
Got pop potential stay black like Bob Johnson,
Who da hell is that in that fancy car,
Tell yo mama imma ghet-to superstar,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] 2x
Jump down turn around
Pick a bale of cotton
Jump down turn around
Pick a bale of hay
Oh Lordy pick a bale of cotton
Oh Lordy Pick a bale of hay
Still workin like a slave,
Learnin tricks of da trade,
In da ghetto state of mind say im rich and I'm paid,
Pickin records like cotton in the thick of the day
Till I'm spoiled and I'm rotten in a sinister way,
Life no different than those on minimum wage,
Mo money but still locked in a similar cage,
Either losers of tomorrow, Or we winner's today,
Now trust that and there's really nothin missin to say but,
[Chorus]
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